The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

As if the woman lying in pain wasn’t his wife. Hazel lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered clothes. The maid wanted to help but was afraid of Xander. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting dark. How long can I endure this? she thought weakly. I am the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife. I have everything money can buy, yet I have nothing at all. No love. No respect. No care. But even then, she was still holding on. She was still hoping… maybe… just maybe… one day, he would look at her and see her worth.

“It’s…. worse.” I scrolled. Beneath the article, a tiny world full of snakes was having a party. She was the wedding planner, right? How convenient that the real bride ends up in a coma and the planner becomes the wife. Vittoria isn’t even dead and this woman is already sitting beside Nicholas? Classless. Maya Moguel looks way too comfortable wearing the De Castello name. From a Bali event girl to billionaire wife. Teach us, queen. There’s a little girl living in the mansion too, apparently. Where did that child come from?

she snapped again. “Didn’t I make it clear that the company is going down? If I had waited until you came back, do you think you would still have a home to stand in now?” our father shot back angrily. “I made it clear to you that marrying a comatose person isn’t worth it!” “But Alistair is awake! And now, he’s Isla’s husband! Tell me, how should I accept any of this?!” I stood rooted to the ground. My instincts were right all along. She came back because she wanted to be the one to marry into the Montgomerys.

Aimee attempted to drop her phone, but she heard the beeping sounds of notifications, and then made the mistake of checking it out; it was the internet going wild with stories of the latest couple in Mexico City, Christopher Bridger, billionaire heir to Bridger Empire, one of the biggest and most successful empires in the city, and his stunning wife, Ashley Grander. Aimee rolled her eyes. “They are always exaggerating things! Ashley is definitely not stunning,” Aimee said to herself, but she was unable to take her eyes off the picture the paparazzi had managed to capture when they were saying their vows. Aimee almost flung her phone in anger and jealousy. “That should have been me, not her!”

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

Chapter 4 Let’s get married Prince Sinclair Miller sat in the restaurant, waiting for his supposed bride to be to arrive at the location too. Though the restaurant had been reserved only for this purpose but it still felt a bit stuffy to him. If Sinclair hadn't been forced to come, he wouldn't have showed up at all but he didn’t have any choice. This marriage is important for the whole state. The merger between the Miller and Harrison companies must move forward. And if it is delayed, the state would have to suffer for it.

Her white dress was covered with blood. "I don't care if you married me for money. If you want money then I will give you my everything but I will never let you leave me. You belong to me. I know I am a heartless man. A heartless billionaire. And you Belong to the Heartless Billionaire. Grandmother and William were always right about you. I was wrong. But now I want to start a new life with you. You gave me a life today by saving me. Now I want to spend this life with you. Only with you. Because you are mine. Only mine."

Casually, he wraps his arm around my waist, a silent proclamation that I belong to him. With a deep sigh, I address my friends, "Guys, this is my husband, Shraf Sinclaire." The revelation hangs in the air, and a collective gasp sweeps through the group. I can almost feel the weight of recognition, knowing that Shraf, as the richest business tycoon, is a name familiar to everyone on the beach. Shraf offers a small, charming smile to everyone, his jet-black hair falling casually on his forehead as he nods in acknowledgment. Despite shaking hands with each person, he keeps one arm tightly wrapped around my waist.

“Even if I take everything you have, it still won’t be enough.” Papa collapsed in silent sobs. Selene was frozen on the floor. And then… he looked at me. That smile—devilish and dangerous—made me step back. “You,” he said. “You’re the one I want.” “No!” I shouted. “I have nothing to do with his debt! I’m not even part of this family!” “That’s exactly why I chose you,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be my bride.” My stomach twisted. “You’re joking… right?”